CinderShade & Dusthart
Dusthart
You ever see a wall that looks like it's holding its breath? I ran into one in a half‑forgotten alley, dusted in rain‑soaked chalk and half‑burnt city maps. It made me think about the places we erase and the stories they keep hiding. What’s the most rebellious piece you’ve ever thrown on a wall?
CinderShade
I once splashed a giant pair of cracked chains over a cracked brick wall, every link a graffiti tag of forgotten protest slogans—old chants that still crack the silence, a raw reminder that every block is still a battlefield. The wall’s breath? It’s the echo of those voices that refuse to die.